The rest was easier to shave. Keeping a handon Vic’s crown, Matt held his lover’s face to his belly and placedthe razor on the back of Vic’s neck. “Don’t,” he admonished whenVic pressed his lips to Matt’s navel. “I’m going to nick you.”
“You’re doing fine.” Vic’s voice soundedmuffled against Matt’s skin, his breath fluttery and hot.
Matt laughed. “Let’s hear you say that when Ihit your jugular.”
Carefully Matt strummed the razor through thedrying shaving cream that still covered the back of Vic’s scalp.With long, even strokes, he held Vic’s ear out of the way as heworked, mindful of the hoops his lover wore. When he reached thecenter of Vic’s head, his lover pushed forward again midway throughMatt’s stroke and pressed his nose into Matt’s navel. “Stop!” Mattcried, laughing. “This is going to be the shittiest haircut youever got.”
“It’s the most erotic,” Vic countered. “I’mabout to bust a nut here.”
With a grin, Matt teased, “You think you’rethe only one?”
“Well,” Vic drawled. “Let’s see.”
As Matt resumed shaving, Vic ran his hands upover his lover’s hips. For one brief moment he cupped Matt’s assthrough his khaki shorts, one cheek in each hand, and gave ahealthy squeeze that made Matt squirm with delight. The razor madea wild zigzag on the back of Vic’s head—if he weren’t shaving allthe hair off, there would be some wicked patterns drawn into thefuzz. Vic’s hands rose a little higher, catching onto the waistbandof Matt’s shorts. When he gave a slight tug on the fabric, though,they didn’t budge.
“They zip up,” Matt pointed out. “Don’t tearthem, you hear? I like these shorts.”
Vic grunted, but his grip relaxed and thepressure of his strength on the material disappeared. Instead heran his hands around Matt’s waist until he reached the front.Gently he undid the button, then unzipped the shorts. With his headdown, his temple against Matt’s stomach, he had a perfect view asthe front of Matt’s white underwear strained through the gapingfly. He trailed his finger over the slight bulge, sending a shiverdown Matt’s spine. With a little wiggle, Matt asked, “Like it?”
“Love it.” Vic’s finger traced around underMatt’s sheathed dick, outlining it through his briefs, then dippeddown to rub over his balls, as well.
Matt danced in place beneath Vic’s ticklishtouch, and the razor’s swathe mimicked his move. “You’redistracting me,” he cautioned. “If I cut you…”
“You won’t,” Vic replied. “I trust you.”
That might be the case, but Matt didn’t trusthimself. He was handy with a razor, sure, but he usually didn’thave to concentrate on shaving while someone fondled his cock.
On Vic’s second pass, he used two fingers,one on either side of Matt’s dick, and the slight pressure heexerted as he stroked nearly drove Matt to distraction. He archedhis back, pulling away from his lover, but Vic gripped Matt’s ballsthrough his underwear and kept him in place. “Not so fast, Matty.I’m having fun.”
“You’re asking for it,” Matt warned.
With a throaty chuckle, Vic squeezed Matty’snuts. His thumb rubbed a maddening pattern in the sensitive skinbetween the testicles. “What are you going to do about it?”
Gripping the back of Vic’s neck, Matt heldhis lover to him as he finished shaving Vic’s head. “Just youwait.”
Vic kissed Matt’s stomach as he laughedagain. The vibration tickled through Matt to the base of his spine.“Them’s fighting words.”
Matt didn’t think he could hold out muchlonger. His cock throbbed from Vic’s ministrations, his whole bodyached with want, and the alcohol buzzing through his veins onlyfueled his desire. He tossed the razor into the sink, where itplopped into the sudsy water, and rubbed both hands over Vic’sscalp to wipe away any lingering shaving cream. The smooth skinfelt decadent beneath his fingers. “All done,” he declared. “Timeto wash up and take this into the bedroom…”
But when he tried to move away, Vic grabbedthe front of his briefs to stop him. “You missed a spot.”
Matt’s hand froze on the top of Vic’s head.“Where?”
Rising from the side of the tub, Vic stoodbefore Matt and placed his forehead against his lover’s. Matt’shands dropped to Vic’s shoulders, then curled against Vic’s chest.This time when Vic leaned in to claim a kiss, his lips landed onMatt’s mouth. He took one of Matt’s hands in his and guided it downbetween them, over his taut belly, past his navel, down to theerection that strained the front of his boxers. His hard dickbumped Matt’s wrist, and Matt needed no further urging—he graspedVic through the thin material, which grew translucent in his damppalm. Against Vic’s cheek, Matt murmured, “What’d I forget?”
Vic thrust into Matt’s hand. Matt opened hisfingers to catch Vic’s balls in a fierce grip. “There,” Vicsighed.
For a moment Matt thought he meantthere, as in this was where he wanted to be touched. Butwhen Vic kissed him again, an image of his lover’s shaved genitalscame to mind and Matt knew his handiwork with the razor wasn’t yetcomplete. ::You want to finish what you started?:: Vic askedas their kiss deepened. ::Or let me wrap things up real quickwhile you wait in bed?::
“You kidding?” Matt smirked as he grabbed thewaistband of Vic’s boxers. “We’re just getting to the good part. Iwouldn’t miss this for the world.”
With one quick yank, he pulled the boxersdown. They pooled on the floor at Vic’s feet and his heavy cockswung out to meet Matt. He stroked it once, lovingly, then tweakedthe heavy sac hanging beneath the erect shaft. “Same razor?” heasked, already fishing into the sink.
“Get a new one,” Vic said, stepping out ofhis boxers. He kicked them over into the corner with Matt’s shirt.“Pick one
